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He affectionately nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Even when I was a slave, I never belonged so wholly to anyone as I do you.”
The more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her.
“Yes. I…didn’t know you actually listened.” He shifted his hands to her shoulders and leaned back to look down at her. “Samantha, I’ve been enraptured by your every word since the first one you spoke to me.”
He’d been foolish to think having his mate was the pinnacle of satisfaction, the peak of happiness. Because having his mate’s love lifted him to heights that shouldn’t have been possible.
He didn’t necessarily feel changed, but rather more—more himself now than at any other time in his life.
Arcanthus could learn so much from her.
She refused to let fear prevent her from protecting her man, her mate, her everything.
“You’re still the same little flower I plucked off that Undercity street months ago, but you’re so much more now. You’ve blossomed and found yourself. And I am so much better for it.”
I don’t need you marked as my property. When I look upon you, I want to see you, not a reminder of myself.
There is much in this universe that we may doubt, Samantha, but you and me? We’re one of the few certainties.”